As the group heads towards Vermillion City, they get a little distracted by certain redheaded Human.

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Arc Six: Playing with Lightning

Episode Sixty-Two: The Duel

"Are we there yet?" Squirtle asked as we plodded along.

"No!" I said, trying hard to resist the urge to punch Squirtle in the face.

"What about now?"

"Last warning, Squirt."

"Now?"

"Shut up!"

It had been several hours since we had left Cerulean and Squirtle, to be perfectly honest, was being a prat. I was slowly getting more and more wound up and Blacky seemed to have noticed, he had retreated so that he was with Moron.

"Would you two stop that?" Pika yelled from behind us, "you are giving me a headache."

"He started it," Squirtle said, pointing at me.

"I did not."

"Did too."

"I bloody didn't."

"You said a swear!"

"You'll get more than a few curses sent your way in a minute," I snarled.

"Flame's threatening me!" Squirtle cried out, wiping away a fake tear.

"I don't have to put up with this," I muttered, walking away before my temper could take over.

"Come back here! I have not finished winding you up yet!" Squirtle yelled.

I handled his taunts in a perfectly mature way and lobbed a rock at him. Okay, maybe not perfectly mature (or any kind of mature) but it made me feel better.

"Damnit you two," came Pika's yells, "you are worse than a bickering couple."

"Shush," came Squirtle's reply, "you might wake the children."

I wanted to throw another rock at him but I couldn't find one that was big enough to cause any real harm. However, Pika decided to electricute him so I didn't have to bother.

"Bloody moron."

I was distracted from any other events by the only thing that could distract me. A nice big apple tree.

"Lunch time!" I yelled, hopping up onto a low branch and navigating my way up the tree. As I reached the upper part of the tree and was plucking a nice juicy apple off of it, I spotted movment from below.

"What the heck?" I said. I turned to look closer and spotted, who else, Frank sneaking up on Moron.

"This guy just doesn't learn," I muttered, pulling back my arm and taking aim. I launched it, strait and true, towards Frank's head and had already gotten a second apple ready before the first collided with my target's head.

The apple caused him to yell out and fall into the open. Moron turned round to stare at the redhead, while I launched a second attack. Frank was getting up when the second apple smashed int the back of his head and knocked him to the floor again.

"Flame!" Moron called up too me, "let the guy get up."

So I did, I let him get up before flinging a third apple at him. He caught it with both hands and looked up at me with a smug grin on his face. Which vanished when another apple, a soft squishy one this time, splatted all over his hair.

"Well, I did tell him only to let you get up," Moron laughed while signaling me to stop with his hand.

"What do you want now, Frank, and what would it take to make you go away?" Moron asked the other Human while Joanne looked on, puzzled.

"I want a rematch. Four Pokémon on either side."

"Fine," Moron sighed, walking over to Joanne and whispering their plan. I couldn't hear what they were saying from my position in the tree but Pika seemed to like it.

Frank took out two Pokéballs and threw them fowards and the familiar forms from my previous battle appeared, "go Spearow and Machop!"

He then looked up at Moron, who didn't seem to be doing anything, "Well? Come on and summon your Pokémon!"

Moron laughed, "I already have. Flame, use Apple Attack!"

Both the Spearow and the Machop looked confused because they couldn't spot me. Giving me the perfect chance to pelt them with food. I was beginning to run out of ammunition and didn't want to waste anymore, so I would actually be able to eat some, so I started launching fireballs too.

The Machop had dragged the Spearow behind a tree, sheltered from my attacks. Joanne used this chance to throw her own Pokéball, "Go Scout!"

I laughed as the bird Pokémon formed and immediatly took to the sky. He was shooting between trees, often only missing a collision by the tips of his feathers, and was moving around behind our two opponents.

I was keeping the Machop's attention fixed on me by laying down a constant barradge of fireballs, but the Spearow wasn't fooled and took to the sky as well. I stopped attacking, too busy watching as the two bird Pokémon engaged in an aerial showdown.

Scout was more agile but the Spearow was relentlessly chasing him down. I saw Scout swerve upwards and shoot over the Spearow's head, heading towards me. The Spearow turned and followed, gaining on Scout with each second. I saw my chance as Scout shot underneath the branch I was on and lept fowards.

The Spearow was unable to swerve out of the way in time and I landed ontop of it. The sudden increase in weight caused it to shoot towards the ground, with me hanging on for dear life. The collision with the dirt threw me off of its back and I rolled fowards several meters before coming to a stop.

"Next time, don't use suicidal finishing move," I muttered to myself as I got to my feet and turned round to see the Spearow unconsious, which wasn't suprising considering the speed it was going when we hit the floor. It was lucky that we hadn't been going strait down or both me and it would have ended up severely injured, instead of it just unconsious.

I was wondering where the Machop was, when a rock flew past my head and collided with Scout in midair. Scout went into a freefall but managed to pull up in the nick of time landing (or should I say skidding) right next to me. I had to sidestep out of the path of a second rock and glared at the thrower.

The Machop laughed, "you are not the only one who can throw things."

"And your friend isn't going to be the only one that I knock the crap out of," I countered.

"We'll see about that," came the reply as another Pokémon appeared out of no where, "me and Abra here'll fix you two up."

'What the heck is that thing?' I asked myself, 'and why does it appear to be sleeping?'